On the northern perimeter near the industrial yards, Team Gamma—led by Xander Gray—was moving at a remarkably leisurely pace.
Xander whistled a quiet harmonious melody as he walked past a row of stacked shipping containers, his silver stylus twirling effortlessly between his fingers.
Behind him, his five teammates looked around with mounting unease.
"Xander," one of the junior assassins whispered, stepping up beside him.
"Team Alpha is already pushing toward Sector Four for the Cipher. Team Delta is heading straight for the transit hub. Why are we walking toward the administrative onrehouses? There are no relics listed in this sector."
"Because, my dear friend," Xander said, stopping beside a closed de terminal aga was off was off was off was off was off was offinst the metal lock, "relics are heavy, inconvenient things."
"Why carry them across twelve city blocks when you can let someone else do the heavy lifting and simply adjust the delivery address?"
